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r""And how do you want it" Mr. Wen asked."How do I want it Simple, have you sit in jail for the rest of your life. You got lucky this time, but next time, you won't be so fortunate," Fang Liucheng col...447

Ye Femi narrowed his eyes and coldly looked at Wenran, "So sentimental, is this based on your experience"

Wenran was stunned for a moment and couldn't resist raising her hand to pat him on the chest. "You're really sensitive, do you have to be so sour I didn't even put vinegar in my hot pot just now."

This could be considered based on experience, but since she was young and optimistic back then, when Fang Liucheng didn't respond to her, she still naively gave of herself without feeling that she had lost anything. Even if she felt upset, she would find a way to vent.

Someone like Mo Yao wouldn't be like her—crying when he wanted to and laughing when he wanted to—and so it was certain that he would feel very miserable.

"Eh You said Auntie and Shuang姐 bet Mo Baiqing won't get married, which means that Xiaobai will end up with Senior Mo Yao in the future" Wenran asked. "Then what did you bet on"

"Of course I bet that Xiaobai would be taken in by Mo Yao," Ye Femi said matter-of-factly. Wenran stuck out her tongue, and Ye Femi continued, "I forgot to tell you, no one who participated in the betting believed that Xiaobai could get married."

"You guys are really..."

"We're family; we all think alike. You know how it is."

"You guys are too wicked."

Ye Femi smiled faintly. Because of Su Man and Bai Ye, they had no prejudice against such things. Ye Wei simply resented Mo Yao for his poor taste, while Mo Jue just wondered why Mo Xiaobai's luck was so good. Eleven and Mo Yue were inoculated against this possibility when Mo Yao was still a child, so it didn't bother them much anymore; even if they had once been opposed to the idea, over time their objections faded away. After all, nothing mattered more than their sons' happiness, and everyone in the Mo family believed that whoever chose one person would stick with that choice until death.

On the Special Agent Island, there were more men than women, and they had been living together for over a decade, so seeing strong bonds between male friends was nothing out of the ordinary. Although not every relationship was as lifelong as Su Man's and Bai Ye's, each couple chose to be with one another.

"If it were you, what would you bet on"

"I don't know," Wenran said simply, "My hope is that everyone will be happy."

Ye Femi smiled.

GK Oriental Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Mò Xiǎobái was sitting alone on the balcony drinking. He wore a white dressing gown casually open to reveal his well-toned chest; his hair was still dripping wet. His smiling and upward-turned eyes seemed incredibly affectionate under the red wine's reflection, exuding an irresistible charm that made one speechless.

The stars in A City were truly beautiful. He sat quietly drinking warm words, which lingered in his heart.

After all these years, having had so many girlfriends, could it be that Big Brother was causing trouble

He laughed at himself; it couldn't possibly be.

Big Brother was his brother.

How could he lose control just because of a warm word and end up unable to sleep all night

Mò Xiǎobái exhaled as if trying to dispel the knots in his heart. He couldn't resist dialing Mò Yáo's number but hesitated, for over these many years abroad, unless it was business, he never initiated a call to Mò Yáo.

"No need to beat around the bush..." Mò Xiǎobái decisively dialed the number. Two rings later, the line connected and Mò Yáo's indifferent voice asked, "What's up"

This was practically their standard opening exchange; whenever Mò Xiǎobái had something on his mind, he would find him, so Mò Yáo had gotten used to asking what happened. Every time he called back home, it always started this way.

What's up

It seemed like unless there was an issue, he wouldn't call at all. Mò Xiǎobái reflected on how often he chatted with Mò Chén over the phone but never casually called Mò Yáo.

"Hey Big Brother, have you eaten yet" Mò Xiǎobái opened cheerfully.

There was a pause on the other end; then his tone softened slightly, "No, why aren't you sleeping so late"

Rome was only in the evening while Yè Fēimò's place was already midnight. Mò Xiǎobái said, "I just went to Little Cousin's for hot pot."

"And then"

"I called to bother you since I'm bored," said Mo Baixue nonchalantly. "Are you busy If you are, I'll hang up."

"Wait..." Mo Yao's tone deepened slightly and he paused again, saying, "I’m not busy."

"Oh... You’re not busy then," replied Mo Baixue with a smile as he leaned back in his chair, enjoying the gentle evening breeze. "A City’s night view is very beautiful."

"Rome's night view is also very beautiful."

Mo Baixue said, "What’s the point of beauty if you don’t go shopping"

"The movie shoot starts tomorrow" Mo Yao changed the subject. Mo Baixue confirmed it was true, saying, "It's estimated to be a four-month shoot; I’ll handle the North American affairs and won't affect my work."

"Alright!" Mo Yao didn't insist strongly either.

Mo Baixue looked up at the night sky, gently swaying his wine glass. "Boss, how do you like my girlfriend Mikaela Is she elegant enough"

"Hmm, she’s very beautiful."

"You think so too"

"Hmm."

Mo Baixue's laughter was crisp and clear. "Boss, I see you're always busy with the mafia stuff and don't have time for a girlfriend. Why don’t I introduce one to you"

"No need!"

"Brother’s introduction is reliable, consider it."

"No need!"

Moxiao Bai knew that Moya would hang up after saying something three times. He really wanted to see if he was an exception, but he didn't continue. There was a moment of silence between them.

Moya said indifferently, "It's late, go to sleep."

"Boss..." Moxiao Bai stopped him and said, "The night view in City A is really beautiful."

"What do you want to say" Moya's tone seemed to be suppressing something. His voice was clear on the phone. Although Moxiao Bai laughed, there wasn't a single smile on his face or in his eyes.

It was as if that laugh had nothing to do with him; it was just laughter from another soul.

Moxiao Bai said, "Boss, I only want to tell you that the night view in Rome is indeed beautiful. Perhaps because you're used to seeing it, you think there's no substitute for it. But if you walk around a bit more, you'll find that the night views elsewhere are equally beautiful."

Moya’s voice had a hint of amusement, "Thank you, I’m busy. Bye."

Without expecting anything, he indeed didn’t feel disappointed and thus wouldn’t be sad.

Expecting was the most foolish thing he had ever done, but for over ten years, he continued to do it foolishly without wanting to give up hope. He feared that if he gave up, he would regret it for life. Even though every disappointment after hoping felt like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart, he stubbornly kept waiting.

Even with just one turn of the head, he was willing.

But in the end, that person never gave him a glimmer of hope.

Moya lightly laughed and hung up the phone.

Moxiao Bai put down his phone and drank it all at once.ugly ones are different.""That’s the truth!" Mo Xiaobai loved hearing that.Moyao couldn’t imagine how Mo Xiaobai would look like if he were to become a billionaire too. He simply could not picture it...